Once you get past the guardians of the Gate, those toothless teenagers who are sometimes menacing, sometimes threatening, most times just pathetic, it is just a few minutes stroll to the playground. Jackson's dad mentioned the other day that the homeless in New York weren't nearly as haggard as the homeless in SF, but he didn't know. It's not the cheese, it's the crank!
The merry go round is .50c for kids, $1.50 for adults, manned by another teenager, but just an extremely bored one. Ruth could not get enough, left crying. Another successful outing.
2 comments:
I see that the apple hasn't fallen far from the grandmother's tree...get them on a horse early and often!!
xos
LOVED the description of the guardians of the gate. One of the best things about parenthood is I can walk through that crowd without getting hassled by 70% of them about a potential interest in purchasing "green buds."
Something about having our baby in a bjorn makes them think I wouldn't be interested. Hmmm.
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